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p199   Blessed little girl,

       Mamma must send a very few words to you. I think very much of your little letters. They are a great comfort. You must not forget to thank the Aunties and Uncles for helping you to spell the words. And so you are having buckwheat cakes. I think Uncle Willie must be teaching you some funny words, however, to express how nice they are. I know you are very happy with Uncle Dick and Lena; for between you and I, Uncle Dick makes a Capital play fellow, and he must show Mamma how, for I guess the p200 hearty laughs you have go very far towards keeping you well. I hope you will like the last drawing Papa made for you. Tomorrow we shall be upon the great ocean once more, and oh! I expect to be very sick this time for we have got such a little room, and only a round place like this to see out of or give us air - O - Grandma tells me you are very good, and I am glad to hear it. Be gentle and obedient to all, and play nicely with Lena. Kiss her many times for me. Good night my own precious little girl. Aff  Mamma

       Darling, this letter to you, Papa found, after he had sent away Grandma’s at twelve o’clock at night - so Mamma got up and added these lines and directs them to yourself, for I did not want my baby to think we had forgotten her. Papa would have written too, but we had so many calls this evening he really could not. We get up at five, so you see we have very little time. Good night again - Mamma. 12 o’clock Sunday night -

       My own little girl -

       I have not had time to write you yourself since we left Havana, but, you see, I have had the Aunties in Rochester, Uncle Charlie, and Grandma to keep informed fo whatever we are doing and where we are going. So Mamma has had to neglect her little girl once or twice. Elizabeth is on her way home with Auntie Clara, and I have told them both they must hug you, oh! So much, for me. It seemed as if Mamma must go too, for it is quite a while yet before I shall see you - Now do try and be very good, won’t you darling, and make as little trouble as you can.  You must be very patient with your llttle sick cousin too. I am p206 so glad you keep so well, you like to stay with Grandma I guess. Do you often think of Papa and Mamma far away? My precious little girl, you must not forget us in your prayers. Kiss Lena a great many times for me, and think of Mamma longing to take her little girl in her arms. Papa is going to write a few lines. Good night, darling.

       Your own Mamma

       My little darling,

               Instead of coming back to Buffalo, we have sent Aunty Clara and Elizabeth home - and we shall stay a little longer away from our precious daughter. You must write another letter for me we think heaps of them, and read them first of all. Papa is glad to hear such good accounts of you from Grandma, and hopes you will keep doing so.

       I suppose you can read almost anything now. You must learn every lesson perfectly, and keep at the head of your class.

       Good bye, my lambkin,

               Your own Papa

p207  I dare say, you all scold over my writing, but I can not write slow, and so I presume half is unintelligible. Have patience, do make it out if possible - Ballard House, 1867 Aff yours, Sara

       Dear Mother,

       you and the boys being the only ones at home, I write my letters to you all. I was terribly disappointed at receiving no words from either of you, or “Eve” at “Charleston,” and was really quite unhappy, four weeks is a long time to wait for news. To be sure, “Henry” wrote to Bob, but it was not all intended for me so did not seem quite the same as a family letter from you. I was very grateful though, to hear “Mollie’s” kept as well. I almost thought my letters were boring you, as you could sure find one hour’s time in four weeks to write me -- We reached Charleston, taking the steamer from Savannah, (as I write you) last Friday, we passed very near the ruins of Fort Sumpter; and had thus, a distinct view of that surrounded fort. It is almost level, however, with, the water, in fact one mass of ruins, Forts Wagner-Ripley - the latter only built of Palmetto logs, and filled in with dirt. Morris Island and all these celebrated spots, had a view of Saturday - we drove all about the city. It is one mass of ruins, destroyed by fire shot and shell, it looks more desolate than  any city we have yet visited, and the people appear so apathetic for their years, these seem to have stood and not seen the lots clean of the fallen bricks.

 One of the handsomest residences was Mr. Franklin’s while Secretary of theTreasury. He seems to have made himself rich brokered (wrecked) ruinings, ( we were told.)

       At all events his place was in good repair and very beautiful.

       Magnolia Cemetary we drove out to on Monday and although it is not so vivid or picturesque, as Bonaventuré, still it is very lovely. The Ashley River runs through it, dividing parts of it into three or four islands connected by bridges.

       By the by we saw there about the oldest monument to the memory of a friend that one could possibly imagine, a trunk of colored glass, sort of a temple with miniature steps, three of them on each side, on which was inscribed, on one side, “Her first - and last - kiss was mine,” and - she was - but words are wanting  to say what - what a wife should be - and that - then numerous Masonic emblems upon other parts of it. Mr. Urisi’s (sp?) memorial to his wife. We went to Grace Church Sunday - which is in a most dilapidated condition, bearing marks where a shell passed through the building, tearing down one of the pillars and destroying a portion of the ceiling, it is only recently they have commenced repairing it. In our drive on Monday we also saw the central Presbyterian Church through which a shell passed while an officer on Banniger’s (sp) staff was being married. It struck him, killing him instantly. While the story was being told us - and the names which I’ve forgotten, both Bob and I recollected it’s being in the Northern papers, and we then supposed it a sensational story. Perhaps you may remember - p209 - the battery said to be a place of great resort. It is a beautiful drive - quite wide - a large park and the street lined with what once, must have been handsome residences - But everywhere, everywhere there are falling walls, toppling roofs, and gaunt chimneys confronting one. We left Charleston Tuesday morning, arriving at Florence at half past eight in the evening, and finding there were (as usual) no sleeping cars, preferred staying overnight there - were shown into a very country tavern, no carpet on the floor in our room, bed rather comfortable, but a fire of pitch kindlings, made a beautiful light and rather made up too, for all discomforts. You would have laughed to see “Bob,” the next evening, hold up one of these pitch sticks, on fire, for me to dress my hair by the light of it, the candle was so very dim. We were obliged to rise at five am in order to go on to Petersburg. We breakfasted on the road, reached Petersburg at ten o’clock Wednesday night, accomplishing our hardest journey of all in this day a half and glad it is over with -- At Petersburg we stayed until Thursday night about ten o’clock which gave us ample time Thursday to drive all about, and indeed we found the place very interesting - It is much larger than I supposed, not as beautiful as Savannah but more business like, more energetic, what have made there during the war has been in a measure repaired - we drove out to the “crater” as it is called, the scene of the explosion of the mine, and the battle field where in nine months two armies p210 lay within eight yards of one another, and although ten years have gone by, and have a realizing sense of the frightful effects of war. The owner “Mr Griffith” of this farm -- We see about, explaining to us the position of the armies, of their charges, and many incidents to see of which realities we were able to see -- where the explosion took place - and this extremely deep hole where the mine was constructed and which had been used afterward by some soldiers as winter quarters and large embankments of earth had been thrown up by the explosion, and “Mr Griffith” told us of three hundred Confederate soldiers who were stationed on that spot at the same time, but three escaped alive. He was present at the time and said that as it exploded as the line of federal batteries opened fire, and that he thought (to use his own expression) all Hell had broken loose and every man, woman, and child would be “exterminated.” He said there were men in every concievable shape killed here, an arm and then a leg sticking up and only 10 years ago they were disinterred, many still remain in. He told us he was on the spot when they were taken out, looking for the body of a friend who still remains in the earth there, and observed that the bodies, although much blackened, were not now decayed, and the blood even ran from them when lifted out. The earth seems to be a white clay which soon hardens when exposed to the air, and when freshly dug can be molded into any shape. Well! everywhere were still giving shredded  confederate bills  etc.------ is guaranteed thousands.  He told us of one instance and showed us the spot which was marked by the bones a horse which the recent rains had disinterred. Gen. Lyon and four officers were issuing dispatches from a courier who was on horseback. A shell struck them, cutting off the General’s head and killing the others instantly. There are a number of entrenchments and of course much more which would take too long to relate. We saw also a beautiful little church built by the 6th New Yorker Engineers a short distance from the battlefield. Mr. Griffith showed us inumerable relics which he had picked up off his farm. The latter comprises almost thirty thousand acres and was since the war, first broke, and was made a drill grounds of. and more a smaller part of it can be cultivated. For he showed us a trench about two miles in length which was completely filled with confederate soldiers, (not yet named?)  and the small braids which marked their regiments already decaying. The United States soldiers all had been removed, so you see making of this farm a past cemetary. It was very sad, and gave rise to so many thoughts. I fell half sick when we left them.

       Our journey last night from Petersburg have ___, we left at ten o’clock, arriving in this city at eleven. You see but one house, struck me rather forcibly - between Gen. Grant’s nine months and our one hour. We have been driving all about the whole day. This city is considerably larger than any other Southern city we have seen with the exception of New Orleans, and even that it surpasses in its citified air. We are staying at the Ballard House. More like one of the New York Hotels than (off the bottom of Diary page) as yet, comfortable room p212 on the first floor, etc etc.

       Their principal business street, called Main Street, was burnt down on the surrender of the city on both sides for many square ___? but now a great portion of it has been rebuilt, with some very handsome buildings too. The capitol stands upon what is called Sahrekhorn Hill; the building itself not much, commandands a fine view and in the park surrounding it is the equestrian statue of Gen. Washington. From Liberty and Bay Hills, we also had a view. There seem to be a great number of steep hills and innumerable valleys - “Belle Isle” we gazed long upon and trying to imagine how much? was from soldiers must have suffered there and many of them finding there a grave. Cassita Thunder and the Libby Prison we did not fail to visit, both large, square, three storied buildings formerly tobacco factories, and the former used as such now, the latter used as a guard house by new troops now. Geff Harris house was reoccupied by Gen. Scheffield and his carriage was used also by the General. You can imagine with what bemusing gayze (sic) we looked upon all these objects of interest. Visiting too, the industrial school, presided over by Miss Foster and ______, for the purpose of giving employment and instruction to negro workers -- They earn a living for themselves, are paid either in money or clothes as they prefer. A contract for army clothing has been given them by Gen. Schefields -- but they do sewing of all kinds. Fine and casual. They sang for us several songs. One they used to sing on stage... All that we saw some forty females had been slaves, and the one who led the songs was sold with  p213 her child two years ago for six thousand, five hundred, she had regained her child and bring him with her husband and says as she sings this other song, which they call “Freedom Song” she feels it sung and in her heart. The words run something like this “the chains are burst. At last, at last! Praise God! I think I’d like to die. Our chains are burst. When Sherman come, The Rebels they ran away, away, Praise God etc.” So mild and plaintive, to save me I could not help the tears coming. Bob too, was very much affected. Ah! You ought to see these things for yourselves and wonder how slavery could have lasted so long. A picture of Lincoln encirled with a wreath of ivy was at the end of the room, and all seem to revere his memory, as they certainly have reason to do. I don’t know what to think, in a political way. Henry, I am sure, when we see and hear, as we often have, some of these lovely farm homes so desolated and no means to improve towns, friends dead, I feel just as if they had suffered enough, and then again when I hear them curse and swear at the Union Flag, and think everything is going wrong, my heart hardens toward them, and I feel as if they needed a strong hand to keep them. Then we drove out to Oak Grove, where thousands and thousands of Confederate soldiers lie buried. One vast wilderness of graves. Many thousands were marked with a simple white headboard giving only the name and regiment, and sometimes two in one grave. - - but oh! So many, many more with but a splinter of a stick, marked with the name, and oh such a number of these half, or wholly pulled out and lying about almost so that thousands will be unknown forever. I never saw so many graves at once. We did not feel the war at all at the north. p214 So very  indirect - We leave here in the morning for Washington travelling half the day by boat to Aiquia Creek - reaching Washington tomorrow night - from there to Baltimore and Philadelphia. We shall be in New York by Friday next, I think, write to me there but send me, please Evelyn Bliss’s address, I may go and see her, if free time, but we have a good deal to do in New York. Bob had an attack of asthma again in Charleston, is better now but if it is cold in New York we shall stay ten days or so. We are both getting anxious to be at home, however, as we come nearer, I trust all are well, my darling Mother - How much I thank you for helping us so heartily. Love to Auntie Burt and family - Henry and Lottie, when you write Ev and Clara. Much love, I am getting much fatter in the face and have kept quite well. If there is (sic) any commissions for me to execute, send me word to New York. Send me the size around of Mollie’s head, please. I could write much more but there is not time and you will think I am tedious. I did not hear from Louise Wilkenson. Wish I had time to write her but I have to write to Aunt Maria and Charles. And in travelling so from place to place it is no small work to get seated to write or even to find time. Aunt Maria said Charles and Louise would probably be gone from Holland Patent by the first of April. Do you know if they went direct to Portland or to Rochester. Rememberances to Uncle Henry and Aunt Charlotte. I dare say you have seen Henry Kip since he returned, well? Love to one and all, and kisses inumerable for my own little girl. I presume she misses Lena, soon we shall be with her.

       p215 Washington, April 7, 1867

       ____ Side Hotel

       My darling Mother and dear ones all, we arrived here yesterday afternoon and it really looks new, more like our country. We had a very fine opportunity for seeing Richmond. The weather was delightful there, and it was only yesterday, in coming on here, we left the keen north wind, and it did seem to go right through us. We came up the river by daylight, and thus had opportunity of seeing Fredericksburg, Alexandria, passing Mt Hermond (?) the latter we had a good view of. It is the custom of every steamer to toll its bells while passing, and until it fades away in the distance. and is it not a beautiful one. Passing, too, Fort Washington and the Navy Yard. The night before we left Richmond, “Clara’s” Major Lance  (as he is called now) saw our names upon the Register at the Hotel . and visited us. We had a pleasant call from him. He asked after yourself and “Lottie,” and seemed delighted to meet some Buffalo people. He wanted us to remain over, very much. Mrs Senate  Morgan, and our former minister to Paris, Mr. Bigelow we also saw us with numberless celebrities in our travels about.

       Your letters were received, precious Mother.

(Bob’s letter crosswise at top of page)

 ____ hear of your shovelling in the coal, and saying the word the next thing. Your letters are bully. The only trouble is they don’t come often enough. I wish you would be sensible about those nuts and break open the boxes. We couldn’t use half of them and they will get old and rancid. You will never succeed in life if you are so modest. Tell Hen that his letters were as they always will be, most welcome. I will try and answer them before I get back to Buffalo. If not, I will answer them in person. With much love to all at home.

       Yours affectionately, Bob -

p216 I read it and then Bob took it, then we read it together. So you see it was appreciated. You allude to some things in the way of news, such as Sarah Barnum’s going to housekeeping, as if you thought we already knew it, but you probably forgot how long it is since we heard from home. I am so glad “Ev” is going to housekeeping, she will be so happy for she has been longing to do so, I presume  - won’t it be nice. You can first call upon me, then Auntie Burt, then Ev, and all within a short distance. - Yes! you will sure to have your hands full getting us both settled. We met Mr. Stebbins here the first thing. He told us of Mr. Goodricks death. I believe Mr. Stebbins is going back to Havana with Mrs. Bartlett, his daughter, next week - the Mudi’s (?) have sent for her to return. Henry Richmond, also called, and Bob met Judge Hall today. The judge said Mrs Hall and Grace were with him, at the National Hotel. He asked after me - leaves town tomorrow. I did not think Mrs. Hall or Grace either would care particularly to see me so have not thought of going over there - - We have already driven all about Washington, but not, as yet, got out and been inside of federal buildings - the capital is entirely finished, or nearly so, I should say. One wing is being completed, and very beautiful it is. Army, Navy, and State, and Treasury buildings, and White House, and nine years seems to have made a world of difference, in all but the “White House” which still looks as I remembered we have seen - Secretary Staton, Seward , McCulloch, Nilks (?) the French and Mexican  Ministers residences, and do not think them very elegant. Secretary Seward’s  is a very unpretentious brick building with dormer windows, and a sentinal paceing to and fro before the door. Tomorrow we have planned to visit all the public buildings, and in fact, see all we can. The Smithsonian Institution has been rebuilt, and about the same style of architecture as formerly - - - We leave here Tuesday for Baltimore. I shall write again from New York, and not until I get there. Bob was writing to “Mrs. Allison” about the house, so I thought I would answer your dear letter at the same time. We are so undecided about the painting, whether to have it all white, or upstairs the doors and halls grained, that we think it left until we return, unless they have already commenced it. We do not intend, my darling kind Mother, to be extravagant. As Bob says you perfectly agree wtih him. What we do get will be only that. That is necessary and quite plain in (?). And we thank you and do not think it “interfering” (as you call it) when you suggest this or that. No! We are only pleased that you are so interested and knowing all (?) it is for our own good. So Clara is at home, you did not say when she arrived. I presume you have had a time  and fixing any young lady up, but gracious___ what will you think of me. I am in rather destitution. Indeed it is a fact. I only hope my boots will hold out until I get to New York. Bob thinks I never took such care of a pair before. p218 But travelling about so uses up clothes dreadfully - and trunks as well. Everywhere we step, something else has come loose. My darling little girl, you cannot think what pleasure your dear little letter gave both Papa and I, and written so nicely. You have improved very much. “Lena” has gone and returned from Cleveland since Mama first heard of it. - You are very good and kind to her we hope, for you know you are getting to be such a large girl and she is still a very small one. I am wondering very much as we come near New York if you still want that trunk and dollies like Gertie Wales’  Mama was to bring her. And I shall expect to hear from you, and Lena who must add a postscript, and what little girls would most like from that great city. Mamma wants to see you very much, and can hardly wait now for the time to come. Well, Mother, if there is anything in the way of commissions for “Ev”, Clara, and yourself that you can think I can do, let me know. We cannot conceive of where such an idea of selling the house could have come from unless our taking the rooms at the Hotel, but it was well we did, returning so late, we should have been minus an (atrduring ?) place - We are going to have a range in the kitchen, Mother, and expected it was already dld, as it was picked out and arrangements made before we left, but now, Bob thought they might perhaps put the boiler in the wrong place and perhaps it would be more purdent to wait until we return. Elizabeth must be on hand at our rooms but I shall let you know when we are coming. Love to every member of the family, that is always understood, kisses to my darling little girl.

(At bottom,) from Bob: Mollie, you are a dear little precious for writing such a nice letter. you make your Mamma and Papa very glad when your little letters reach us. You must keep learning at school. I expect you will be able to read most anything when we get home. And the best of al is that Grandma says that you mind very nicely. You must be the best little granddaughter in the world, and Papa and Mamma will not forget it.

       Your own Papa

p219 New York, April 16

         St. Nicholas Hotel

 Here we are at last in New York, reached here last Friday night, found Uncle Henry and Aunt Charlotte waiting in the parlor to welcome us, and were so sorry to hear Charles Hayes left the city at the same hour (eight o’clock) we arrived, and upon getting your letter and found his city directions on the outside, he supposed we would arrive on Thursday. But we staid (sic) two nights and a day in Baltimore, and who do you suppose we met there? No less a person than Frank Goddard. He gave us quite an account of himself having been through the Civil War. He says he was at Montgomery, when it commenced and he “had to know” to quote his own words, to fire the first salute when the Confederate Flag was raised over the Capitol. Mr. and Mrs. Henry Schrier, formerly Corine Grant, called upon us also, and urged us very strongly to remain over. We drove all about Baltimore and visited their beautiful park called French Hill, nearly as large as Central Park. We staid (sic) but a day in Philadelphia - there it was quite warm and all the ladies were out in their spring toilettes, and very beautifully they looked. I’ve my head full of ideas for Clara’s outfits - short dresses (off the page)... quite plain with skirts.

p220 We had a tedious, cold, and dusty journey here. I am sorry to say my hoarsiness seems to have returned. I suppose it is the change of climate for I cannot think of anything I’ve been imprudent in. I am well rapped up. Saturday was bright and pleasant but cold to us. Bob and I after breakfast called at the Grammercy on Julia and Laura, found them out. We then went over to the Hiltens and were unsuccessful there too, but I left a card asking Fannie to come down about eleven Monday and chaperone me about. We then went to look at mantles. Have about concluded we could do as well at home, still we shall look further to inform ourselves what we do want. In the afternoon I did a little shopping, and in the evening we went down to the Astor to see Mr. and Mrs. Kip, found the latter sick in bed from a cold. Made arrangements to go to church Sunday with Uncle Henry. But unfortunately we overslept, and were quite disappointed for we thought of going to Trinity, - There was nothing to do but look out of the windows. Mr and Mrs Agustus Belknap called upon us in the morning, Clara. She is lovely and told me a great deal about your adored “Mr. James”, which I shall communicate when I return. - Monday. I think I waited until one o’clock for Francis Fillins and feeling so worried at last, took a carriage and went up there and found them all out, and suppose of course she had gone to see me. Left card with the girls, if she returned to explain why I wanted so particularly to see her, and the many obligations I should be under if she would come once again in the afternoon by three. p221 and so went back to wait again. While waiting in the reception room who should walk in but Maggie Brayton. She was very kind, offered me her services which I gladly accepted, and with her kind assistance accomplished some of my shopping and proposing to go out immediately this morning and finish this portion up. Upon returning we found “Fannie” had been here about four - and saying she had a headache, proposing to go out on Wednesday, well, time is of some importance to me now. I’ve made an engagement for that day. We went to Wallacks last evening to see a play called “Hunted Down.” Saw Mr. Corlies the younger, and older, Clara, with two beautiful young ladies this morning. It proves so much for anticipating. The blackest of info could not express my disquiet - have to stay all day in this hotel, looking out of the window and feeling we have our hands full. Maggie Blayton has gone out in spite of the weather, but it is so dreadful. I dare not venture, Will Edwards you know, is here with Maggie. they propose returning Thursday. I feel very much indebted to her, and hope the weather may be peasanter tomorrow, that with her assistance I can finish up. We expected to have gone to the opera tonight to hear “Arisphero” (?) if it does not rain too hard, we shall do so. Good Friday, of course, the stores are closed and altogether this much seems unfortunate for us. We wanted to return Monday next - I mean leaving here Monday next - p222 and if we get through, so that we can do so, will telegraph you - We shall be at home, however, either Tuesday or Wednesday of next week. I suppose Mr and Mrs Kip will leave this week, but it would be impossible for us to do so. I’ve not seen her since Saturday night. I hope my own little girl has quite recovered from her cold. Give her many kisses for me and much love to Lena. I shall be horribly, horribly disappointed if Ev is going off to Cleveland. Now __ its to bed. How we should miss her ____ she ___. Will and Maggie think both of us look wonderfully well and I am sure I am so - Do you know I think I shall get all we need for the house in Buffalo. We can do better at home we think. Prices in some things seem to be higher than when we were here in December. Well it is well to look about because we can then have some idea of what we want. Give much love to all the folks and Auntie Burt. We shall soon be all done now, and very, very glad I shall be. My own little precious Mollie, now I shall hug you when I see you. Grandma is so kind when she says she will keep you until we get in our house because it has been worrying me and Papa. Papa says Grandma knows just how to take care of you for all she don’t feel as I do - -. I can scarcely wait to get home and would start tomorrow if my things were ready and my shopping done - - - Good by again, my dear ones all

       Aff Yours,

               Sara

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       Wednesday - it rains in torrents, and makes it perfectly impossible to go to church, although I see a few have braved the weather. So I have passed the day before a bright coal fire, and the first I’ve seen since last December, toasting myself and reading a novel, (and my prayers). Bob has been down to the post office, hoping we might hear from home once more before we left here - as Bob telegraphed to Henry Bunt, about a week ago, we were thinking that you would see that we should remain long enough to get another letter from you. We are going to retire in good season tonight.

       p161 Thursday - Quite a bright day but very cold, and to us it seems bitterly so. Bob laughs and wonders what I would think of at home now. We heard this morning from Henry Bunt. He tells us the house is nearly finished. Tell me, is it nice, Mother? I hope so. I dare say there are faults, but no one ever built without wishing they had done so and so, and I am sure I shall be quite satisfied if it is neat and comfortable. I went to Madame Leontine’s this morning to be fitted for a street dress. My clothes are either too dark or too light for this spring like weather. I took the blue poplin I bought in Cuba, and with a grey poplin underskirt it makes a very pretty suit. I only wish I had time for a light silk to be made, but we shall leave here by Wednesday of next week, and so there would not be time. Bob is smoking and reading, no plans for this evening. We have seen and heard all the amusements going on, so far, and until there is a change of programme our evenings will be very quiet. Bob’s friends, Mr. and Mrs. Morgan, go back to their plantation tomorrow morning; gave us a very cordial invitation to visit them.

       p162. Friday - Another miserable wet day. Bob and I are quite at a loss about what to do with ourselves. We have been sitting down before the fire most of the day reading, and with occasional listening spells to the very disloyal tattle - We hear Mrs. General Bragg holding forth to another lady. Bob, I see, can scarcely contain himself. We have not seen Colonel Sturgeon for some days. The weather, I suppose, has kept him from coming into the city.

       Saturday - Still raining but quite warm. We are in hopes Clara has safely reached St. Louis, and presume she will wire - even a line would be comforting. Here we might have heard from you again if Bob had only made some settled plans. I have taken out a hankerchief to embroider, something to kill time, and played Resique with Bob. We can neither of us go out this weather, and it is not so pleasant for us.

       Sunday - At last a bright Sunshining day, and I arose in good season thinking I could go to church; but Bob is awful - he delayed getting shaved until it was quite out of the question. So we took a walk around Jackson Square, and peeked in at the p163 Cathedral - Col. Sturgeon dined with us at four o’clock, and we spent a very pleasant evening. Upon reading the mornings papers, I saw a Mr. Lester Clark’s name, and wondered if it could be Bob’s friend. When we returned from our walk we found his card and so it must be the one. And the blood thirsty and voracious interpreter of the Hotel Telegrafo of Havana is in town. I sent some of his letters to the papers here which he told Clara and me he wrote for, but he was such a liar we did not believe him. He must have recovered very quickly, Clara, from his smallpox.

       Monday - Went out shopping with Bob to find a pair of boots for myself: not such a thing to be found. How I wished I had purchased more in Cuba. They ask twelve dollars here for boots, and none of my number. Everything is extravagantly high, I never saw anthing to equal it. Found Mr. Leslie Clark’s card again, so Bob went over to the St. Charles, and left his card, with a few words that we would be at home between six and seven this evening. Had a call from Mrs. Major Smith also - we are going p164 to make a farewell visit tomorrow upon Mrs. Donahoe, and see the Arabs perform at the Opera House, Clara. This is the first opportunity we have had to see them in public. They have been at the circus all this time, and that institution not being just the same here that it is in Havana. We leave here either Saturday, or Sunday evening for Mobile. We take the Steamer at Lake Pontchartrain at five in the afternoon, and if on time are at Mobile by nine the next morning.

       My letter must go tomorrow, for you will be wondering why i do not write. How I wish I could hear from you again before leaving here, I do hope my own little girl keeps well, I think of you all so often and trust nothing will happen to you before I reach home. You have no idea how Bob has improved since we came here. He really looks like himself again and when he first came, Sturgeon was quite shocked at his appearance. Well, by the time this reaches you Clara will have been at home some days, and given you quite a description of all our doings. I miss her very much for of course Bob is not with me p165 at all times, though no one could be kinder, or more selfless and devoted. Elizabeth, too, I miss when I get tired and am in an awful hurry. Don’t let her think, Mother, but what I am depending upon her, when I return. Maria Reed has returned ‘ere this, I suppose - Much love to her and Auntie Bert. That closet in our house, do see that it is taken down if it spoils the landing. Bob says he thinks from what he wrote, Henry will attend to it, but I am sure he does not write explicitly enough; the closets were to be finished inside as Bob wished or directed. Now in that (one) in our room we want a few drawers, good sized ones, and in that closet in the upper hall I intended to keep our linen, but if the closet interferes, I could take the one in the back room. If not, we want drawers put into it like those at Aunty Berts. Will you and she see to it? Bob says, have it fixed according to your own ideas. Bob will get what furniture and gas fixtures we want in new York, and also the mantels. I am afraid you will all think me equal to Henry Dudley, in my letter writing, so I will finish this off, for it must be an infliction to wade through it, and then you know I cannot write slow which makes my writing horrible. Wearing my thin barege today and having strawberries here in great plenty.

       Tuesday - We had such a pleasant call from Mr. Clark. He is travelling with his father and came from Cuba here. They arrived *(was it not too bad) in the Liberty on Saturday and we took our departure from New Orleans in the same ship on the following Monday. Worst of all he was staying at the Telegrafo, and so Clara and he were two days in the same house without knowing it. He discovered it by going to the Post Office where he saw her name on the list of letters. On returning to the hotel he learned from Gov. Miner that we had left that morning. He manifested his disappointment so plainly that when he left (on the next Steamer) they all teased him, as hurrying away to meet Miss Sizer. It was a second disappointment to him to find that she had again left.  It seems he had also called to see her in New York after we had started in the Morro Castle for Cuba. They leave today for Chattanooga, and may possibly go to Buffalo, he says. he made one call upon Mrs. Donohoe but they were out.

       We went down to the levee this morning to see the New Steamer “Robert E. Lee”, the finest on the river. Going this evening to see the Arabs at the French Opera House, and tomorrow evening to the St. Charles Theatre to see Jefferson in “Our American Cousin” - I find the tickets for the “Mistick Kreme” performance are so large, I cannot send them, but enclose the programme. Now hug my darling, darling precious for me, and tell her to be a good little girl. A kiss for Lena and love to all and one of the family. Bob sends much love.

               Aff. Yours

                       Sara

       p168 Mobile, Mch 20, 1867 How much easier it is to keep a sort of journal from day to day so that the dear people may keep posted as regards our movements. And I do not have to puzzle my brains to recollect where we have been for the past week. Sent off my letters, and have quite given up hope of hearing now from home before we reach Charleston.

       Tuesday - Went to the Opera House, to hear a French play and see the Arabs, Clara’s “Hash” did not perform to any extent at which we were somewhat disappointed. They did not discover us, although we had front seats, but they seemed to be gazing about the house as if looking for some one. Bob has such a capital joke on me, words cannot describe it on paper. I was intensely amused at the play, and though I could not understand the language, laughed at everything. I notced that Bob nudged me but paid no attention whatever. You know french plays are not remarkably modest; on the contrary they are rather broad and it seems I laughed at a very mal apropos time. Never mind, I laughed still more  when it was explained to me, and as it is not quite proper, will leave the description until I return.

       Wednesday - Took the cars out Prytannia St. to make our last call on Mr. Donohoe - found them out. Afterwards sauntered up and down Canal St. ,got me a pretty jet comb like Clara’s. Have not found, or made, any acquaintances in the Hotel, so that when Bob is not with me (which, to be sure, is very seldom) I am quite lonely. But Bob buys me the greatest quantity of novels, so that already I have quite a library on hand. We went to see Jefferson in the American Cousin. The house was crowded and we enjoyed it very much, though Bob preferred his “Rip Van Winkle.” Received a letter today, forwarded from Cuba by Mr. Springer from Charlie Hayes.

       Thursday - Before getting dressed got Clara’s letter, and we were delighted to learn that she had such a nice time. She does not give me the reason of the delay at St. Louis, but we conclude it was storming, or non-connecting trains. I wonder, too, if she is p170 going to make a visit in Cleveland. By the by, Mother, you may just inform Miss Elizabeth, she is very much mistaken that unless she put Mr. Hayes boots in her trunk, she did leave them behind, for they are certainly not in any of our trunks, as we have repacked them all. She was very careless about things, and much more would have been left if I had not asked about this, or that, and which used to make her quite huffy. Bob had to buy her another pair at a most exporbitant price, $16. Provoking enough. She need not be quite so sure. Mr. Sturgeon dined with us today and went with us to the theatre in the evening.

       Friday - Today it rains in torrents and so cold, I’ve put on all my heavy underclothing, drawers too, so you see it is quite a change. The river is rising and some parts of the city are covered with water. They seem to fear that they will have trouble here, as in other places. Quite a party of French Counts and Marquises came this morning by the French Steamer, also a large party from Cuba - and say, my Dear Clara, all their dresses and cigars in  their trunks were confiscated - everything.

       The ladies were feeling awfully blue. They came by the steamer Havana. The whole vessel was searched thoroughly, so we were very fortunate, you see. This evening Bob nd I have passed playing Resique -

       Saturday - Cloudy, but not wet, so that we could walk out - Bob and I went round to the “Head Quarters”, but Sturgeon was not Officer of the day, as we supposed, so we visited the City Hall, and poked around into innumberable places. Packed most of my things ready for a start on Monday night. Mr. Clark gave us some hints relative to Hotels on our route, before he left, which may be of some service. Spent the evening very quietly reading. Eliza Donohoe called and bade me goodbye, the day after I was there; she was, and has been extremely cordial and polite to us, as has also her husband - I feel as if a line from home telling me Mollie was quite well would have been very comforting before starting again. Still, we are getting nearer home. I hope you enjoy the pecans, Bob knew you were very fond of them, Mother.

       Sunday Mch 17 - This morning Bob went down to the baracks to bid Col. Sturgeon goodbye, for he was on duty there and could not get in to see us off. Sent a bottle of very fine old wiskey to us, some of a lot that was presented to Gen. Sheridan -

       Monday - The last preparations for our departure were made, and I was quite delighted to receive a letter from Ev, although dated the 3rd two weeks on the way - but it gave me later news - They have been having such terrible floods that the day I got this, nine mails were received which had accumulated between the north and this city. Mr. MacCormack called on me, Clara - He had arrived from Cuba only the Thursday before and been confined to the house with rheumatism - He wished to be remembered to you. Said he came down to the liberty to see us off, but arrived there just in time to see us steaming out of the harbor. We left New Orleans at four o’clock taking the cars to the lake - from thence by the steamer “Mary”, a very good boat. We were delayed by a heavy fog p173 and so did not get into Mobile until ten o’clock, on Tuesday morning. We had a fine opportunity to see the obstructions in the bay. There is but one passage for steamers going up and down the river, and that very narrow, allowing but one to pass in at a time. A rain storm came on just before we reached the landing, so that our view of Mobile was at a very inauspicious time. We drove through mud at least three feet deep to the “Battle House” as it is called, and as Bob very justly remarked this morning, we presume it must have been named from the passage in Scripture “the house smelleth thy battle afar off,” and certainly it applied in that sense to this house. Well, it poured and poured our first day in Mobile. We thought it a healthy and agreable climate for ducks and other amphibians. We had nice rooms, however, and with the aid of novels, and bezique, we passed the day very pleasantly indoors - our bezique has been a never failing stand by - a corps de reserve, to rally when sight seeing is impossible - and p174 this first day in Mobile any attempt to lionize would be vain.

       Wednesday - rain fell, and equipped with umbrella and rubbers we started out for a stroll, going up Government street, the finest area here. Soon the sun came out, a cheering sight, and it seemed such a lovely spring like day. Roses and other flowers in free bloom and in any quantity. So much handsomer than any street we saw in New Orleans, and yet the houses which had evidently been quite stylish in their day bore unmistakeable signs of the war, a general dilapidation about them. People complain here, sadly, of taxes - everything is much higher here than in any place we have been (Billiards 50 cts, shaving 25 cts - RPH) 12 cts fare on street cars even. We saw many earthworks in different parts of the city which were constructed during the war - we finally took the cars after walking quite a distance, and went to their terminal in the suburbs. After dinner we took a carriage, and p175 drove all about the city, saw the place where that terrific explosion took place just after our troops took possesion of the city. Powder shells, etc. were stored in a large warehouse, and in some way fire was communicated to them. Twelve entire blocks were levelled to the ground, and where the explosion commenced, there is now quite a lake, it went so deep into the ground. Of course it is built up somewhat, but it is still a picture of desolation. The ruin caused by this explosion together with some destructive fires that, having occurred since, makes the city wears a badly damaged look. We went to the theatre this evening to see the “great Tragedian”, Daniel Beaudinau - a very slim house indeed, but the play was very good. We leave here tomorrow morning or in the afternoon at two o’clock for Montgomery - Shall probably give that place a day, and then from there to Augusta. I try to write every week but my letters may be a day or two behind. We are both improving in health and pleasant weather has such a decidedly good effect on our well  being that we shall go slow on our homeward road, though it will not be long now before we shall meet again.

       We have had much unpleasant weather the last week and it seems very unlike the “sunny south” one reads of. My dear little Mollie I hope keeps quite well. I wonder if she dreams of me as often as I do of her.

       Now that I am turning my face homeward my thoughts even in my sleep travel home to you all and I often wake fearing something may be wrong for I think of you so much. Be a good dear little girl, Mollie precious. Kiss Lena many times.

       Dear Ev, I shall return your kindness when you are absent some time, and keep you posted about matters. Still you lazy mother, you too might write a line. Well, you just commence, Mother, and hug the family all around for me. Dick, Hen and Will, much love to Auntie Burt and family, and hoping so to get letters and of recent date at Charleston. Just write one letter often you get this to Washington, then to New York. And now good bye, my precious ones all. Bob sends much love to his dear little girl and all the folks. I presume Clara is in Cleveland. Much, much love. Aff. Sara

       The most terrific hail storm has come on as I write. Large hail stones - thunder, lightening - frightful! -

                               p177 Sarannan, Wednesday, Mch 29, 1867

       We arrived here last night, so I shall have to go back almost a week, and tell you what we have been doing. We took the steamer from Mobile up the Tensaw river about twenty miles to a place called Blakely, and there found nice sleeping cars awaiting us for the rest of our journey to Montgomery - We took supper at a place called the Pollard House, as wild as any California diggins, lit up by huge pine logs. The fare was wretched but quite novel. I think Bob must make a drawing of it if he can and send home to you.        

       We reached Montgomery about seven last Friday morning - the hotel was only passable, some thought after driving about the place we would take the evening train to Atlanta. It was a lovely day and a beautiful place to visit. We went to the top of the Capitol, and had a fine view of the surrounding country and were much surprised to see so many large and beautiful residences. After getting on board the train, and all settled, we found there were no sleeping cars, a pretty predicament for two invalids - However we were well under weigh (sp?), so there was no help for it, and we were assured by the ticket agent that one would be put on at West Point - We had a long, long tedious ride - Think of being fifteen hours in going only 133 miles - stopping, as it seemed to me every other minute, and the road fearfully rough. We were just about worn out when we reached the Hotel at Altanta about nine Saturday morning.

       The Hotel there was much more comfortable than the one we had left, and our room was large, nicely furnished, and on the second floor corner room. After breafast I piled into bed, and slept until the afternoon, when we took a drive about the place; saw Sherman’s monuments (as they call them here) everywhere. You know the city was almost destroyed by fire after it was taken, and although it seems to be rebuilding fast it still looks very dilapidated - houses burnt down everywhere, and even after leaving the place for miles outside of the city. The fortifications

p 181 we also saw, and, I believe, did the place thoroughly, even so far as to attend a performance in their largest hall in the evening, and about the most country performance I ever witnessed. We were obliged to take a lantern in order to see the road; but when we are with Romans, we must do as they do, and when one is travelling, see all the sights. How heartily we laughed, I leave you to imagine. Bob thought it best for us to leave Sunday monring, although we debated it some time, but we did not wish to wait over another day in Atlanta,  and so concluded to leave, - We had a nice lunch prepared for us, and another lady and four gentlemen were the only ones besides ourselves in the cars and the latter very comfortable. I think I rather enjoyed the trip to Augusta. We reached there at six o’clock, had a good supper - took a walk, but as it was very dark, could not see much. We retired early proposing to rise about a quarter before seven, and ride about the place for about an hour before breakfast, and then leave on the half-past nine o’clock train for Savannah, which we did. Augusta is a p183 lovely place, and filled with beautiful residences, and lovely gardens, and The Planters Hotel a comfortable place of sojourn. The streets are very broad and lined with trees. The Masonic and the city halls were about the finest public buildings. We had a rather tedious ride here for the road is not near as good as the Atlanta and Augusta Rail Road. We came directly to the Sairen (sp?) House. It has recently been refitted very beautifully. Through Bob’s commandery pin, which he for the first time happened to have on (although he has made himself known before as a Mason p184 to others, and being acquainted too, in other cities - here we knew no person) we were accomodated with the very best room in the house (Private Parlor No. 1), velvet carpet, black walnut furniture - fine style, and taken good care of - I tell Bob his being a Mason has been of great service in our travelling. Since we came back to the states, we have had the best.

       Well! Today, and it is Tuesday, we have been walking and driving about the loveliest of cities, such wide sreets and avenues, and so densely shaded p185 with trees, and having twenty seven parks. Some of the streets, Broad and Ray streets, have, for instance, four rows of trees, there being a double carriage road, with broad walks on the outside. Forsythe Park, at the head of Broad Street is perfectly beautiful. They say the design of the fountain in the center was taken from the Crystal Palace fountain at Sydenham, England. We sat upon one of the seats in this park, enjoying the beautiful balmy air, and the perfume of the roses, a long time. There seems to be a profusion of  flowers here, and everything even more advanced than we had seen farther South. Today we have had new beets and tomatoes for dinner, green aplie pies, etc. Opposite my window there is a very pretty square called Johnson Square, and a marble shaft stands in the center erected to the memory of Gen. Greene, and Pulaski, the cornerstone of which was laid by Lafayette. Another one in Chippewa Square, also to the memory of Pulaski, is very, very handsome, of white marble. Fine churches and many charitable institutions. We also drove out on the Shell road; p187 thought of going out to a place called Thunderbolt, which derives its name from the fall of one of those articles, but it was too far - for “Jeff. Davis,” the name of the horse we had refused to run - we concluded he needed his petticoats on, so we gave it up. We also want to go to the Cemetary Bonaventuré, three miles out; we have been told it is very beautiful. The Shell road is just lined on either side with evergreens, and magnolias - they almost meet overhead. I am in extasies over this lovely place - and the weather is so balmy, not warm enough to p188 wear their clothes, but like our spring days - Bob and I are improving, and hope the cold days will be over when we reach home. I do not know how long we shall stay here, probably not longer than Friday - Dear precious little girl keeps well, I trust. If she has, it is a most wonderful thing, Mother, and all owing to your and Ev’s good care. She has been good and minded you always, has she not? I feel as if I could hardly wait until I hold her in my arms. You ought to see everyone stare at my trunk, and say it beats anything they ever saw.  We have had to pay for extra baggage on these Southern roads. There are many funny incidents which happen to us as we travel along; I wish I had time to write you of them - “Yankee” appears to be the worst and most approbrious term which Southerners can apply to one another, and the innumberable times we have heard it applied often excites our visibility - I write such long journals of my travels, Bob says he shall have to have them published and sent South, under the title of “Notes of a Yank.” I have made few travelling p190 acquaintances, I know not whether it is their, or my fault, but I always feel timid in conversing with entire strangers, fearing a rebuff. There are no amusements going on here at present, so our evenings are passed very quietly - Bob attending a lodge meeting or two. We take the steamer from here to Charleston where I expect to hear from you all, you precious people. Bye the by, we saw here, and the first view of one, a palmetto tree, looking much like a palm, but leaves growing farther down - Clara, this house has the loveliest “Gabinete para las Senoras” you ever saw. How you would enjoy them. I never saw such beautiful forests, so thick, and trees so tall, and wild flower cactuses such as we cultivate at home with so much care. why, Judge Clinton would go wild over all these botanical treasures. Bob has just come in and says we leave Friday morning on the steamer “Eliza Ann,” at seven o’clock, and reach Charleston the same evening. then, and oh! then, I shall at last hear from home and it seems a century since the last letter from you. I hope you are all well, Auntie’s family too, - How does  Sarah Barnum get along? Wouldn’t I pack off that nurse of hers, if she belonged to me. We are going to Bonaventuré this afternoon, so I must tell you in my next all about its beauties, and shall write in answer to the letters I shall receive in Charleston.

       I suppose you often see Elizabeth. I shall write to her before returning. She must be on hand when we do get back. I suppose Lottie Burt has returned and I hope Freddy has quite recovered. Will they give up their rooms this spring? Henry said something

p193 about going to housekeeping if she could find a small house. Tell the boys I’ve a few cigars for them too. Now my own little girl it will be but a short time before Mamma sees you. Do be good and mind Grandma, and be good to Lena. I supposed I should not have time to add any more to my letter, and expected to post it before going out this afternoon, but as the mail does not leave before the morning shall thus be able to tell you about our lovely drive to Bonaventuré - We started after dinner in quite a stylish equipage, coachman in livery, etc.  We met this same establishment yesterday, and supposed it was a private one, and were greatly astonished when it came for us today. We went out the Shell road and then turned off about three miles east. Imagine the trees almost meeting on each side the road for that distance, and a lovely summer afternoon. We entered the cemetary through a rustic arch. This cemetary was originally a private estate owned by Commodore Tatnall; but for many years past it has been in the possession of Major Wilbur (sp?) who now, since the war, keeps the Pulasky House p195 in this city.

       Tatnall’s tomb is about the centre of the grounds, and the remains of his home may still be seem, also that of the present owner which during the war was demolished by Sherman’s soldiers to furnish building materials for their own huts - a burning shame that they should have been allowed to desecrate such a place. The whole estate is about five hundred acres, thirty of which is used for a cemetary, but all owned by Major Wilbur who simply sells a lot as it is wanted. it lies along the bank of the Warsaw River.

       But to return - We entered through long avenues of oaks, which met overhead, forming a succession of arches, and from which, and indeed every portion of the trees, were long streamers of Spanish moss, reaching to the ground and swaing to and fro in the breeze, like funeral banners. I cannot describe to you how weird and unreal it all seemed; and such a profound stillness!

       These avenues stretch out on all sides, so you are continually passing under the arches. It seemed like a grotto with stalactites hauling from the roof. Never p197 have I seen so beautiful and impressive a home for the dead. Fit home indeed.

       “Where like a tapestry o’erhead”

       “The gray moss floats upon the breeze.”

       From here we drove to the little village of Thunderbolt which is also upon the river bank, and saw the famous spring which has continued to flow ever since the fall of the thunderbolt. At all events they say this was the origin of the village and spring. So you see our afternoon has been well spent, and for a two days sojurn in this city, we have seen almost everything. now, good bye, dear ones all - Bob sends much love to one and all. Remember us to all the dear friends. Thousand kisses to my little girl. Aff. yours, Sara.

       p198- Drawing of “Cherokee exchange Saloon, Whiskey and Pies

       Dear Little Pokey - the beautiful picture above is a place on the Rail Road, way out in the woods, where your Papa and Mamma took supper one evening on tough chicken, sour biscuits, rancid butter, bean coffee, brown sugar, and “sich like.” All for a dollar a head - Four white people and fourty niggers make up the town - I have not drawn the hotel, kept by an old darkie woman which was near the rail road track, and was a board placed on two barrels, with more sour biscuits, and worse coffee, and dirtier sugar. Papa couldn’t eat much; but Mamma wouldn’t leave the table till the landlord got the conductor to shout “All Aboard” - The country here is full of little nigs, and Mamma is so much in love with them that I shouldn’t wonder if she brought home a little nigger baby with her - Good bye my precious, we shall soon be home.

       Your own papa